Snow Poem by Radhamani Sarma

Snow

No smell, it is just as
A fleeting moment,
Snow silent as yogi,
Karma yogi, contemplative,
Constant from above,
Yet it falls, flakes
Undergo rebirth or rehabilitation,
Dilation into fluidity
From sky or clouds,
to the flat or spooky ground,
Two different zones,
not out of arrogance,
But to demonstrate
Above is always Divine
To protect the ground
A feel of Touch is
Essential.I look up,
Eyes are blinded,
Am defeated.